This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

I was playing catch with the European audience.

You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my life - that's my trouble

Atlantis will rise again.

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.

I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.

You can do anything, really. And that, l think, is one of the exciting possibilities of the present, l swear, is the possibility that the goddamn thing can be modaled throughout.